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You say you've thought of
Undressing for me
Since the first time
You looked at me differently.
That's just our bodies.
And we all have bodies.
I just want to watch a good film with you.
I don't want to talk about skin.
I want to talk about
The way our parents houses look
From the inside.
And I just want to watch how you age.
And the way your clothes change.

Undressing for you.
It sounds exhausting.
All i'm ever good for now is sleeping.
I don't want to talk about us.
I want to talk about Japan
And all the movies we'll watch
At our parents houses.
And I don't want to
Go out on dates.
I want to go out on drives
With you.

Track Name: Getting Old (i hate you)

I wish you wouldn't try to kiss me.
I hate kissing you.
I hate to see you in my bedroom.
Hate it when i'm kissing you.
And all the things you want to tell me.
I hate hearing you.
Please don't tell me of your reading.
I hate books as much as I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

I hate when you try getting close.
I don't want to be close to you.
I hate it when you sing about me.
I hate your songs as much as I hate you.
I hate it when you always call me.
Your voice is stupid
And I hate you.
I hate it when you draw me pictures.
I hate art as much as I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

I wish you wouldn't try to kiss me.
I hate kissing you.
I hate to see you in my bedroom.
Hate it when i'm kissing you.

Track Name: Getting Worse (i hate me)

When this winter comes
I'll be lonely that's a fact.
When i'm out with all your friends
I never know how I should act.
And there's some t-shirts in my closet
That make me think of certain days.
And there's records on my shelf
That only spin when you're away.
I've heard it said so many times.
"True love will set you free"
Well it's been twenty something years
And i'm still struggling to breathe.
I'm sorry if it hurts.
God knows that it only gets worse.
I'm talking to myself.
I don't have
Anybody else.

If i get lonely this winter
Would you come and visit me?
This place i'm stuck in now.
It's not where I want to be.
Maybe I should call my mother.
She's always worried about my health.
And i've got this running list
Of things I hate about myself.
Maybe i'll see you again someday.
At my funeral, I hope.
But if I go, i'll go laughing.
Just so everybody knows
That if I die young.
Well at least I had fun.
I'm talking to myself.
I don't have
Anybody else.